Storm

When Lei Yunze returned home, he looked extremely exhausted. From the looks of it, Ling Xiao Yue could guess that he had something to do with Lehman.

"How is it?" Ling Xiao Yue took the initiative to walk over.

Lei Yunze lowered his head and changed his shoes. When he saw Ling Xiao Yue, he did not answer her question. Instead, he said to her, "Go sit on the sofa. Don't run around. Your feet haven't even become swollen."

When Ling Xiao Yue heard his reprimand, she felt a warmth in her heart. "It's really alright now. It doesn't even hurt to walk anymore. You can even wear high heels when you get married."

"You're not allowed to wear it. The injury to your ankle is too severe. Wearing high heels will only increase the burden."

Ling Xiao Yue was a little confused. "How can we not wear heels when we get married? How ugly that would be. "

"Does it matter if your feet are good or not?"